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SAUCE FOR THE EMPEROR 

By 
JOHN CHAPIN MOSHER 




FRANK SHAY, Publisher 1916 



THE PROVINCETOWN PLAYS 



Sauce for the Emperor 

A Comedy in One Act 
3y JOHN CHAPIN MOSHER 



NEW YORK 

FRANK SHAY 
1916 



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Copyright, 1916, by Frank Shay 



Application for permission to perform these plays 
may be made to the Provincetown Players, 139 Mac- 
dougal Street, New York; no performance can take 
place without arrangement with the owners of the 
acting rights. 



By Permission of the Smart Set 



SAUCE FOR THE EMPEROR 



Sauce for the Emperor 

^y JOHN CHAPIN MOSHER 

As presented by the Provincetown Players 
New York, Dec. 15th, 1916 

Characters in the Play. 

Nero Justus SheffiElh 

Macronius Richard Silvester 

Donor Allen Norton 

Tritor Betty Turner 

OcTAviA Elsie Harrison 

Adora Margaret Nordeeldt 

Paula Virginia Tobey 

lo Pierre Loving 

Tricanthus John L. Baker 

Other retainers and suites belonging to Nero, Octavia and 

Adora. 

The scene is laid in a room in Caesar's Palace. 



Sauce for the Emperor 

lo and Tricanthus cross the stage carrying covered plates 
and salvers and trays of various description. 

10 : This is the seventh sauce the Emperor has tasted and 
ordered away today. 

tricanthus: If only his majesty's food continues to dis- 
agree with him, we shall soon be rich. 

id: He would have us flogged if he knew we were sell- 
ing the food from his own table. 

TRICANTHUS : He is a great emperor. May he live long. 

id: And also his dyspepsia. 

TRICANTHUS : Who but Caesar would think to find a new 
sauce in such a way? 

10 : Was it not droll to offer such a competition — and to 
force any cook who tried and failed to eat nothing but that 
sauce for the rest of life. 

TRICANTHUS : Already twenty-nine have suffered the pen- 
alty. 

10 : Two have committed suicide, and five have gone mad. 

TRICANTHUS: Oh, here come some others. {Enter left, 

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Tritor^ Donor and Paula. Donor and Tritor carry salvers 
of their sauces). 

10 : Ho — you — the Emperor tastes no more today. 

tritor: Mine is such a sweet sauce. 

10 : He will have you chopped in fine pieces and thrown 
to the squirrels. 

PAUI.A (stepping forward) We can wait here for him, 
can't we? 

10 : And what sauce do you bring? (He pulls aside the 
veil she wears better to see her face, and quite obviously 
pleased would chuck her under the chin, but Donor throws 
him back so that he almost falls. Tritor laughs. But Paula 
catches lo up.) 

PAULA : Go to, Donor, I can care for myself. 

lo: Ah, of course you can. (He tries to kiss her again, 
and she whacks him across the face. Tricanthus, who has 
had one ear all the time for the right door, jumps out now). 

tricanthus: The Emperor! 

10 : (Seizing his sauce) The Lady Aglaia will buy this 
sauce for a good sum. 

(Exeunt lo and Tricanthus. Paula, Tritor 
and Donor fall back terrified, to right rear, as the royal 
procession enters. Nero strolls in rather bored. In one 
hand he carries a napkin, in the other a lyre. Octavia and 
Adora follow him with an.vious solicitude for his pleasure. 

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None of the party notices the aspiring cooks, except Adora 
who draws aside with disgust.) 

ne;ro: (Strumming on the lyre and humming to himself) 
Omnia Gallia in partes tres divisa est. (Macronius enters 
from left, and bows deeply.) 

MACRONIUS : Sire, the heralds desire to know the pro- 
gress of the contest, in order to inform the provinces. 

NERo: Can a man in public life have no peace? {He 
draws hack outraged, and then resignedly ascends his throne, 
Adora and Octavia group themselves beside him.) 

OCTAVIA : You are a martyr to your people. 

NERo: Macronius, you have nothing to do all day but 
think up beautiful thoughts. Give a few to the heralds — 
so that all the world may know how great is Caesar. 

macronius: They say, sire, much dissension has arisen 
over your probable decision, betting and such immorality 
in the more remote parts of your Empire. (Tritor comes 
tremblingly forward, and holds up his salver.) 

TRITOR : Sire, before you answer, will you not try this of 
mine ? 

NEJRO: (After glaring at him until he can hardly stafid 
with fear) Young man, you realize the responsibility you 
take in offering a sauce to the Emperor? 

tritor: To please you, sire, has been the dream of my 
life. 

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NERo: You are a loyal Roman. {Looking at the sauce) 
It has a rich color. 

TRiTOR : I was head cook in the house of Cleo, the Egyp- 
tian. 

NERo: I will taste. (Murmur throughout the court: "The 
Emperor tastes.") 

donor: If this should win the prize and we should be 
just too late. 

PAUivA : We won't be too late. No sauce is half as well 
flavored as your's. 

donor: Look at Tritor. Poor devil, it means as much 
to him as it does to us. 

PAULA: Not quite — and I want you to win. 

NERo: I will taste again. (Murmur throughout the court : 
"He tastes again") 

tritor: Most august Majesty, most righteous Judge. 

donor: I'm glad for Tritor's sake anyway, he's a good 
fellow. 

PAULA: Don't get sentimental, there is still hope. 

nero: This is certainly a rich sauce. It may be the one. 

adora: Oh, I'm just dying to try it. 

donor: It's all up with us. 

PAULA: No, I know that you will win. 

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NERO: (Tasting again) Umm-m. 

tritor: That is the sweetest music in the world. 

NERo: What is that? 

tritor: Oh, your Majesty, what is it? 

octavia: My Hege, you are angry. 

adora: Poison — Oh, I'm sure it's poison. I never was 
so excited in my Hfe. 

tritor: Have you bitten your tongue? 

NERO : Caraway seed — there was certainly a caraway seed. 

octavia: What an outrage. 

tritor: I did not know. 

NERO: You did not know. The rascal — take him out. 
Feed him his caraway seed all the rest of his life. I hope 
he enjoys it. 

ADORA : It's the fault of these democratic days when any- 
one can offer sauce to the emperor. 

donor: (stepping forzvard) Sire, perhaps this of mine — 

NERo: Another? After all I have gone through today 
am I to have no peace? 

OCTAVIA : And such a bold looking woman with him, too. 

DONOR : If you would. Sire, I have waited so long — 

NERo: Certainly not. 

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PAULA: Your Majesty, let me speak for this youth. Let 
me tell you what this sauce is. It is no cheap, paltry con- 
coction of spices and sweets which any man may mix. 

NERO: Who are you? 

PAULA: My name is Paula. 

ACCRA : I don't know what our young girls are coming to. 

OCT AVI a: It just pains me to see a girl like that. 

NERO : You are beautiful. 

octavia: Her cheeks look as though they were painted 
with red clay from the bottom of the Tiber. 

PAULA : Once before this sauce was made and then a lady, 
feasting on it, was so charmed she forgot to meet her lover 
and so stayed true to her husband. 

adora: What a horrid scandal-monger. I don't believe 
a word of it. 

NERO: You are charming. 

PAULA : A Christian recalling its flavor in the arena, for- 
got his vision of Paradise and so perished in misery. 

NERO : I will try this sauce. 

PAULA: Then in after years they will say of it, not that 
men died for it or women stayed chaste for it, but rather 
that it is the sauce that pleased Caesar. (With much 
ceremony Paula feeds Caesar the sauce herself out of a 
long gold spoon. His eyes are fixed always on her.) 

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octavia: This is a disgusting spectacle. 

PAULA : A pious Christian saint, who died of starvation 
hi the desert, in his last moments wrote an ode to it which 
his sect has since had the impudence to alter to their own 
blasphemous rites : 

"Sauce divine, all sauce excelling, 
Glory of Heaven to earth made known." 

NERo: (His eyes still on her) Yes, this is the sauce I 
have been looking for. 

paui^a: Taste once again, your most august Majesty. 
(She feeds the sauce to him again). 

NERO : The contest is closed. I have found the sauce. 
Octavia, remember it is your duty to uphold the sanctity of 
the home. Go to your looms. My Lady Adora, tell your 
vestal sisters, you shall have the box you desire at the 
gladiatorial entertainments and it shall be hung with pale 
green and lavender in accordance with the new art and 
your virginal complexions. 

octavia : It doesn't matter what box one has nowadays, 
the circus is so dull. I don't mean to criticize, my lord, 
but last week when the wife of the consul of Abyssinia 
visited us there were only six Christians in the arena and 
the big wrestler who was so well advertised, sprained his 
ankle and didn't kill a man. When it was all over the 
Consul's wife said : "Is that all ?" before she thought. I 
was so humiliated. 

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NERo: We'll throw the Consul's wife to the lions if she 
doesn't look out. 

ADORA : I know lots of people who are Christians. That 
big blonde girl that lives around the corner and makes eyes 
at the Senator I'm sure is. 

octavia: Some very nice people are taking it up, of 
course in a really refined manner. 

ADORA : I don't object to that at all, my dear. I always 
^say everyone has a right to his own ideas ; but my dear, if 
this love-your-neighbor idea becomes popular what will 
happen to the ideal of the home? 

NERo: Now that we have found a lot of good reasons 
for keeping the ideas that are most convenient to us, we 
had better close the discussion. 

ADORA : Farewell, most gracious, royal son of Gods, 
(Exeunt Octavia and Adora with their suites. With a nod 
Caesar signifies that his own suite follow, leaving Donor and 
Paula) . 

pauIvA: Then, Sire, you — ? 

nEro: Why, here, you're not going too, are you? 

pauIvA: I thought you said you had affairs of state ? 

NERo: My dear girl, affairs of state are to a monarch 
what a grandmother's funeral is to our retainers. Come 
here. 

PAULA : Sire ? 

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donor: If. my sauce has pleased you I am the proudest 
of men. 

NERo: Who is this man, pray? 

donor: Why, I 

PAULA: He made the sauce you have been good enough 
to find palatable. 

NERo: I had forgotten about him. Well, what are you 
doing now? 

donor: I thought you might tell me my reward for the 
sauce. 

NERo: You look like a man who spent most of his time 
hoping for things. Well, can't you see that I am busy 
now? 

donor: Come, Paula, we shall return when Caesar wills 
it. 

nero: Young man, you are not especially clever, I con- 
jecture. Wait in the antechamber until I summon you. 
This lady and I have matters of moment to discuss. 

donor: As you will, Sire. (Exit Donor). 

nero: Dear me, how stupid people are. 

PAULA : How can I serve your Majesty? 

nero: You are beautiful. 

PAULA : Caesar. 

nero: Listen, my darling, I have a villa in Sicily that 

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only three men in Rome know of. It is built of granite 
blue as the faces of the Nazarene martyrs we made torches 
of in our gardens last year. There is a peristyle of bronze 
and a bath of green jade. The gardens the king built 
long ago for his Queen in Babylon were not so fair as 
Caesar's palace in Sicily. Even I have never been able to 
write a song that did justice to that house of mine. 

PAULA: And the last lady who was mistress there was 
given a bouquet of roses, whose poisoned fumes stifled her 
in her bed. 

ne:ro : How do you know that ? But surely you would 
run some risk if I told you that I loved you. Do you hear 
that, Caesar himself says he loves you. 

PAULA: I am truly blessed among women. 

,ni;ro: You are the most beautiful woman I have ever 
seen. You are more lovely than that little Greek girl who 
killed herself for love of me. 

PAULA : It is too great splendor for me. You had best 
send me back to my father's farm on the hillsides of the 
Apennines. I would not become such a lofty position. 

NERo: You'll get used to it soon enough. I never met 
a woman yet who had any trouble that way. — I shall tell 
Octavia that my nerves need a rest. It's perfectly true. I 
was thinking the other day how important it was for the 
welfare of the Empire that I should not over-strain. We 
shall sail for Sicily to-morrow. 

PAULA: Oh, Donor, what will he do? 

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NERo: What did you say? Who is Donor? 

PAULA: No one, Sire, of any importance, only the man 
who made the sauce for you. 

NERO : You say the man who made the one sauce I have 
been able to eat in weeks is of no importance? My dear, 
you are so young. It is quite charming of you. But don't 
worry about him, he shall go with us. 

PAULA : Go with us ? 

NERo: Certainly — to Sicily. We've got to have some- 
one cook for us. Though, come to think of it, I'm not sure 
it wasn't the way it was served that made it so delicious. 
What do you say to that, my little one? 

PAULA: Most august Lord, I beg you let me speak — you 
have done me such great honor, I know not what to say — 
but. Oh, Sire, I am only a peasant girl — I cannot fill the 
position you offer. I shall be grateful to you all my life. 
I shall teach my daughters to weave the deeds of Caesar 
into their embroideries so that all posterity may know how 
kingly he was. I shall train my sons to model their hearts 
after Caesar's, to fight for him and live for him — but this, 
my Lord, I cannot do. 

NERo: Anyone can do anything Caesar wishes. I see 
you don't realize the circumstances. 

PAULA : Only the rarest women of earth, the daughters 
of kings and great chieftains are fit for the first ruler of 
the world. 

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NERo: It is for me to decide who is worthy of me and 
who isn't. And you must get over that illusion of the 
superiority of royalty. Look at Octavia. Come kiss me, 
little one. 

PAULA: Icannot. 

NERO : This obsession of your s is tiresome. I am a 
human being, after all, not a god. 

PAULA : I won't kiss you. 

NERo: Cunning, I like your spirit. But come, we can't 
play away the whole day — ^pretty, pretty one. 

pauea: You can't kiss me — I won't let you kiss me — I 
mean it — I shall die first. 

NERO: She is certainly out of her head. Come, dear, 
don't you recognize me ? It is Caesar, Nero Caesar, whom 
every woman loves — and he loves you. 

PAULA : Yes — of course I know you — what a fool I am — 
don't know what I am saying. Certainly, I love — kiss me 
— there — I am — a — little — faint — that is because I love you 
so. 

NERO : Adorable, you are so innocent, so young — Oh, we 
shall be so happy in Sicily. 

PAULA : Yes, so very happy — in Sicily. But now I must 
leave you to tell my family how much honored is their 
daughter. 

NERo: Yes, I can see that you are wearied. Macronius 
will show you your apartment in the palace. 

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PAULA : But I must leave the palace for a moment — to 
get ready for our journey. 

NERo: I shall supply all you need, of course. And the 
Emperor's own heralds shall inform your parents. — Mac- 
ronius. {He steps to the doorway and calls again.) Mac- 
ronius. {Enter Macronius — he makes obeisance to the Em- 
peror, ignoring Paula). 

NERO : This lady remains in the palace. Show her all 
honor — all honor — You understand, Macronius? {Mac- 
ronius wheels about and faces Paula. He stares at her a 
moment in amasement and then suddenly the Emperor's 
meaning dawns on him. Instantly he bows low). 

macronius: Most gracious lady, I am your slave. Is 
it your pleasure to withdraw now to your apartments? 

nerd: It is. 

macronius: So? By the way, your Majesty, the cook 
of the new sauce apparently has the hardihood to expect 
some further notice from you. 

NERo: Yes, I will see him now. {Macronius, with a 
bcw to Paula and to Nero, leaves the room.) 

PAULA : I implore you — let this be your first gift to me — 
say nothing of this to Donor. 

NERo: Charming little lady, I am merely going to give 
him news that will make him the happiest and proudest of 
young men. {Enter Donor and Macronius). 

NERO : How do you do, young man. I feel that the ser- 



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vice you have done your country deserves my especial re- 
commendation. You are to be first cook in the house of 
your Emperor. He himself is to test your genius. 

donor: It is the ambition of my life. 

NERo: A worthy one. Cooking is the one art that does 
not have to excuse itself with a philosophy. If I had more 
leisure I would cook instead of write poetry, but it requires 
so much more study. Well, well, however that may be, be 
ready to sail tomorrow. 

donor: To sail? 

NERo: I go to Sicily tomorrow for a short respite from 
the — ah — the tribulations of the throne. Uneasy, my dear 
Macronius, lies the head that wears a crown. Fair line, 
that — almost worthy of my sonnets. The kind of thing 
that might appeal to the vulgar taste. 

donor: Sicily? 
PAULA : Caesar 



nERO: Young man, you are to have the honor, not only 
of serving your Emperor, but also the infinite honor of 
serving the lady your Emperor loves. 

donor: And the lady goes with you tomorrow? Sire, 
this is an opportunity too glorious. Oh, the gods are good 
to me indeed. And I shall serve you, Sire, such dishes as 
would ravish the God of Love himself. The lady shall 
have sweetmeats such as no other lady has ever eaten, deli- 
cacies rare as jewels. Perhaps I might ask her what were 

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her favorite flavorings. I have a way of frying snails that 
no other master has ever succeeded in. And my cheese- 
cake — Oh, I am sure the lady will like my cheese-cakes. 
As for my honey tarts — oh — rich. Then goose eggs, pre- 
pared with pastry — my last master always had them at his 
feasts, and for you I shall make them doubly luscious. I 
have a way of fixing apples too, so that when you press 
them just a little they will squirt saflfron water into your 
face — a pretty idea, you know, and if a party is at all stiff, 
it loosens things up splendidly. — For a roast, sow's breasts 
— or perhaps she would prefer hare, fixed regally with 
feathers in its back? 

NEso: That's the spirit. Do you prefer hare or sov/'s 
breasts, Paula? 

donor: What does it matter about her? Why do you 
ask her? 

NERo: She is the lady concerned. 

DONOR : Paula ! ( Enter lo — he quietly crosses the stage 
to the table on which is Donor's sauce, and starts out with 
it.) 

NERO: What are you doing with that? 

10 : I thought you were through with it, your Majesty — 
I beg your pardon, I am very sorry — very. 

NERO : Am I to be starved to death in my own palace ? 

10 : It is my mistake — I — I — she wanted it especially, as 
it was the prize sauce, and so — and so — I'll put it here, 
shall I, your Majesty? 

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NERO : And who may she be, who inveigles my servants 
to snatch the food from my very mouth — your sweetheart, 
I suppose, some horse-haired vixen. 

10 : Oh, no. Sire, it is a Lady, your Majesty — She thinks, 
Sire, that dishes from your table bring her good fortune. 

NERo: A woman might reason in that way. What is 
her name ? 

10 : Aglaia — she is new to Rome. 

NERO : Aglaia ? Oh — well, well, we shall see. Leave the 
sauce there for the present. (lo puts it back on the table 
and goes out). Paula, my dear, have you given this man 
your orders? You may command anything in the world — 
the chief attainment of our foreign conquests is to add new 
delicacies to our menu. 

PAULA: Sire, this man and I — we were to be married — I 
fear — he might not cook as well if you took him from me. 

NERo: So that's the case. What better could he want 
than to cook for you — express his passion in the pastry. 

donor: You won't take her from me — not if you were 
Emperor of the world. She is mine — mine — only over my 
dead body 

NERo: A trifling stipulation. But we can't bother about 
that now. Take him out, Alacronius. 

PAULA: Sire, you see, I was wrong. He does want me. 
You will free us both. 

NERo: Remove the man. 

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MACRONius: Perhaps I had better call the guards. 

NERo: Call Semprinus, he is just back from the army in 
the East and can manage him. 

MACRONIUS : Semprinus is not in the palace at present. 
NERO : Where is he then ? 

MACRONius: In attendance, Sire, I fear, of a lady. He 
is losing all sense of duty. Sire. 

NERo: Semprinus a suitor of a lady, and what woman 
has got him in her toils ? 

MACRONius: That same Lady Aglaia. 

NERO : Aglaia — again. 

MACRONius: Rascal, have you no respect for your Em- 
peror — out with you. (Enter Adora in great excitement) . 

NERO: What is this — more gossip? 

adora: Sire, I have been insulted — grossly insulted. I 
rushed right back to put the matter in your hands. Never 
in my life have I known of such a thing — and after the life 
I've lead — always kept up my position — no one has ever 
been able to say a word against the Vestal Virgins — except 
those horrid scandals which everyone knows aren't true. 
But when it comes to being held up half an hour in the 
streets in front of that woman's house, I felt it my duty to 
tell you. Sire, what was going on in Rome — actually in 
Rome. 

NERo: Someone insulted you — fancy that, now. 

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ADORA : Just now as I was returning to the temple, I was 
deep in the thought of what a truly noble city your infinite 
wisdom had made Rome. Suddenly my chair stopped. I 
peered forth, chastely, from behind my curtains, as becomes 
a woman of my station ; to my amazement I saw a long line 
of chairs and they were chairs of the patricians. Sire, I 
bade my slaves find who dared to block the passage of a 
Vestal Virgin. He returfied and told me — I blush — I sim- 
ply cannot continue — ^but yes, it is my duty. That block- 
ade, your Majesty, was due to the crowds which were ar- 
riving at the house of that woman who has just come to 
Rome — the creature who makes her disgusting eyes at the 
very Senators. 

NERo: You mean to tell me that the street was blocked 
with the chariots of the visitors of a woman — ? 

ADORA : You are no more shocked than I am, I said to 
my slaves at once : "Take me back to the Emperor ; he shall 
know of this at once." In my opinion such license can 
only be explained by Christianity. 

NERO : Macronius, you haven't told me about this woman. 

MACRONius: I didn't think you would be interested. 

NERo: Don't you know how close to my heart is the 
morality of Rome? 

ADORA : They say that my lord Macronius's own chariot 
sometimes attends there. 

NERO : So that's how the land lies. Oh, Macronius, Mac- 
ronius — to quote a similar occasion. Et tu, Macronius- 

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(Enter lo, Tricanthus, hearing salvers, bowls, trays of all 
shapes and sices. They solemnly arrange them on the table 
and then turn and face the Emperor). 

10 : Sire, I have them all back. 

NERo: What are these? 

lo: All the sauces, Sire, I bought them back from the 
Lady Aglaia. 

ADORA : That is the creature's name. 

NERO : And were none of them eaten ? 

10 : Fortunately, the lady is of such charm that no one 
can think of anything but of herself when in her house. 

PAULA: (to Donor) There is nothing we can do. We 
are powerless. But I shall throw myself from the galley 
into the sea. 

donor: And I shall swim out after you until strength 
leaves me, and then I shall sink into your arms. 

MACRONius : (aside to Donor) How dare you whisper 
to that lady. Your presence is an insult to her. 

NKRo: Dear Lady Adora, if you will leave us now I 
think we can cope with this problem. 

adora: I shall go home a different way, you may be 
sure. 

NERo: She will feel that deeply, I am sure. (Exit Adora) 
Oh, Macronius, Macronius, a woman in Rome who makes 

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a riot in the streets and Caesar is the last to hear of it. 
Where is your patriotism now, I wonder ? And you would 
send me to a desert island so that you could have a clear 
field. They do not eat my sauces, because she is so fair. 
Think of that, now. Macronius, quick, hand me that sauce, 
with my own hands I shall bear it to her. 
macronius: But the lady Paula? 

NERO : I have never heard of any riots on the Apennines 
where she comes from. Paula, my dear, don't do what that 
little Greek girl did. Rather follow your kitchen scullion 
to his pots and ewers. At all events, my very nice little 
one, be grateful to us for making you first lady of the world, 
if only for an hour. Hand me that salver, Macronius, and 
follow. Aglaia — Aglaia — charming name. On the way 
over think up some rhymes for it, we must immortalize it 
in verse — Aglaia — Aglaia — and they would separate us — 
whom love has joined, no man must sunder. Remember 
that, Macronius, Aglaia — (Exit Nero in state, holding that 
salver high before him, which holds Donor's sauce, followed 
by Macronius and the slaves, all now indifferent to Paula 
and Donor). 

DONOR : ( Throwing his arms about Paula in a passionate 
embrace of love and relief) We are free, my darling — 
thank God — Oh, we shall be happy now forever. We owe 
it all to that strange woman who must be so beautiful, the 
Lady Aglaia — my dearest, are you not happy? 

PAULA : I don't believe she is a bit more beautiful than I 
am. Her nose is curved like a boat-hook. 

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